in the chapel [open to all]
Today, Elaine found herself desirous, for truly the first time since she had come, to make her prayers in an actual church. She misses Mass, misses the singing and even the long dull homilies that Mab often dozed through.

But the chapel will have to do. She takes out her prayer beads and prays her decade in a soft murmur as she kneels quietly at a pew.

Eventually, she is finished, and sits in quiet contemplation as she gazes up at the stained glass windows.